"Hello, Doctor, wearing the white coat, looking so impressive." Although Evander Lancaster portrayed himself as ordinary, Vivian Zimmerman didn't believe it for a second. How could a man of Director Croft's status make friends with ordinary people?
Her gaze fell on Evander Lancaster's fingers holding the champagne flute, and she flattered, "Wow, no wonder your hands are so beautiful for a doctor!"
Evander switched the champagne flute to the other hand, his long fingers twisting around in front of her, looking amused as he said, "I wouldn't say beautiful, but," he deliberately dragged out his words here, raising his eyes to look at Vivian with a meaningful glance, "what matters is the length is sufficient, they've helped many women before."
Vivian...
She bit her lip, pretending to be shy, and pouted accusingly under Evander's meaningful gaze, "You're terrible, are all you men this naughty, how can you say such things? I don't even have a boyfriend yet."
